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You cannot make this stuff up. Apparently one brother-in-law, a Clinton supporter, stabbed his in-law for supporting Barak Obama. My personal response to finding a family member supporting the “empty-suite-with-a-smile” would be to stab myself. Seppuku is the only honorable way out of eternal shame in such circumstances.

This came about apparently during a heated exchange with respect to Obama’s being a realist. Personally speaking, if Obama were a realist, he would be a conservative. The report stated that the two men fought and the whole episode ended with one man’s getting stabbed in the stomach. Maybe this was an attempted seppuku on the part of the Obama supporter, after finding out that there was a family member who supports ‘Her Shrillness’. From the article:

…[A] Pennsylvania man allegedly stabbed his brother-in-law in the stomach after the pair quarreled about their respective support of Democratic presidential candidates Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton.

Here I was thinking that support for Hillary did not run very deep. With all the hype about her being the consensus candidate, the inevitable candidate I figured, “Who would care?” It’s like Giuliani (who at least successfully ran a city bigger than 30 states) when his candidacy went off the rails, there was this Republican consensus shrug. Apparently, 35 years of experience is worth fighting for.

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It appears the need has arisen to access an archive of our Zimzo’s writings here. With the search feature in the old blog broken, we are left with Google, which is probably better anyway.

Here it is.

Quite the trip down memory lane.

(posted for Marjorie)


            The Merida Initiative is a new foreign assistance program designed to combat drug trafficking, transnational crime, and terrorism in Mexico and Central America .  President Bush’s proposed fiscal year 2009 (FY09) Budget includes $550 million as a part of a multi-year, $1.4 billion program. 
            Specifically, this program would provide training, technologies, and equipment to help Mexican authorities fight the war on drugs and organized crime. Some of the equipment includes helicopters, surveillance aircraft, ion scanners, secure communications systems, and other technologies. It is important that we continue to fight the war on drugs not only at home but abroad as well. We must work to ensure that drugs and criminals do not reach our soil.

This is a bit of a downer, my friends:

In a few billion years, the Sun will fuse the last of its hydrogen into helium, turn into a red giant and expand to 250 times its current size. At first, the Sun’s loss of mass will loosen its gravitational pull on Earth, which will allow the planet to migrate to a wider orbit about 7.6 billion years from now.

This process has led some to speculate that the Earth might escape destruction – but survival now seems impossible…

And I, for one, am pissed.

My original plan called for a couple years of pure advocacy here in Loudoun County, followed by a statewide public education effort aimed at informing the citizens of Virginia about the substance of both American political and everyday culture – this ongoing for maybe five or so years. Beyond that, I envisioned a national effort to increase familiarity with the foundations and mores of “western” civilization, from the Magna Carta to the Mayflower Compact to “Wealth of Nations”: highlighting what we all know but no longer notice, which could take a decade or two of undoing the many years of really bad education in history that our nation has bequeathed to its upcoming generations. Next would be a few hundred thousand years of advocacy for the much more basic “human” values contributing to the endurance of our species: convincing people to have stronger families with more focus on having kids and gradually reverse the decadent liberal value system of the 1960s pop culture. Finally – and I’m not saying I would be around to witness this, but I’d hope in some small way those I know and love would benefit – I’d have hoped for eight or ten billion years of grassroots political activism to gradually reverse the problems wrought by television, and thereby convince my fellow Americans to eventually read more books and spend more time outdoors, hiking, doing their own landscaping, and generally things like picnicking, shooting guns evenings and weekends, and jarts.

But apparently it is not to be, as this lame-o planet of ours has so little self-sufficiency that in seven billion years we could all be at the mercy of the whims of the dying star we call our “sun.” Maybe if we had known this, we’d have been calling it our “lamp.” Because – WORD – lamps burn out, but “suns” supposedly give life to your planet.

If this so-called “life” the sun is giving us is suddenly going to be snuffed around 7,600,002,008 AD, I say please just pull the plug on it right now and don’t get our hopes up, ‘kay?

Turn it all dark so we can start looking for a terrestrial home with a little more backbone.

Crappy frickin’ planet we’ve ended up on, story of my life …

So, yes, I will be modifying the long-term plan. I’m thinking more emphasis on fundraising and paid workers rather than volunteers, since the “sunset” of our project might arrive earlier than we hoped and we will have to pay a price to speed up the process. The strategy will still be the same but these tactical changes are annoying.

Lack of Pride


Either Michelle Obama is an utter narcissist or a clueless ninny. If her husband’s campaign success is the first time she is proud of her country since becoming an adult, then what planet has she been living on? From the Democrat perspective Bill Clinton’s getting elected was akin to the second coming of Christ. The Berlin Wall’s coming down was a moment of pride for this American. The countless times we sent massive food and medical aid to whatever disaster spot one can think of were also a source of pride.

When those three firefighters put up the flag amidst the rubble at the World Trade Center, I was proud. Where was Michele? Each shuttle flight leaves me proud, as does the fact that the poor in our country have color TV’s, running water, AC and 40% of them own the house they live in. As the space program is seen as ‘waste’, according to the Democrat and the American poor are all hungry, despite their apparent obesity, it is not surprising she fails to note these achievements.

I am proud of the fact that despite the 100 plus cultures that people come from we are not Balkanized, which is why her husband is doing well, despite the race baiting of the Clinton’s and their lackeys. I am proud of the fact that we have the most number of business start ups in the world. I am proud that we can argue and fight likes cats and dogs over our politics and yet we don’t resort to gunfire in the streets.

Michele Obama has backpedaled mightily and stated that she is proud of the amount of people who are getting involved in politics for the first time. This is a bold faced lie that is Clintonesque in its boldness. This is what we have to look forward to, folks, I hope we as a nation come through all this in one piece.

Putting their lives on the line is all in a day’s work for our military.  These guys are amazing:

One of our cats died yesterday.

Lois the Cat was the longest-tenured animal in our menagerie, and she predated me in fact because my wife got her before we even met.

Things were always a little rocky between Lois and I, because I am allergic to cats and Lois was one of those who could not take no for an answer. She was a love-and-purr machine: Regardless of how much an ogre you might be, Lois would unflinchingly approach seeking to be petted. Back in the days when we actually had company, Lois would inevitably be the hit of the party, throwing herself with abandon at anyone who might have an inkling to Pet The Cat.

She had to deal with some curveballs, such as being transformed from an indoor cat to an outdoor cat around the age of 12 in order to allow your humble narrator to continue to live in the house. But her disposition never changed; she adapted to life in the cat house and the backyard, and she remained a very sweet creature wanting nothing more than to be stroked by anyone in the vicinity. This included me – the decidedly non-cat lover – despite the fact that she surely had me figured out. She was not a stupid cat. So her indefatigable advances, her blatant flirtatiousness despite the wall I attempted to maintain between us, served as a reminder that she was, in an important sense, a better person than I.

My wife rescued Lois from a shelter (and a previously abusive owner), giving her what turned out to be a good life.

Reflecting puts the significance of the past in perspective – (and this is not just for pets obviously): Altogether we had Lois for over 13 years. That’s a serious slice of our life. We had a lot happen during that time – we each in the family accomplished things, we had our rough spots, and a lot changed. BOY did things ever change. Among the constants during that period, Lois was a key one. She was really a good natured cat, a blessing to us.